"I walked all the way from my husband's village early at around four o'clock. Could I bring anything with me?" Shen Maoqing shouted back excitedly at her sister's question.
"Exactly." Shen Maoying continued, "RMB is light, but we can't afford to carry it. Directly giving RMB is too tacky. Jiayin is educated; she might not appreciate it."
Shen Mao'an bit her lip, looking at the two of them: truly these are seasoned tricksters, trying to pin everything on her.
As expected, both Shen Maoqing and Shen Maoying were pushing her to take gifts from her own home. But what could Shen Mao'an take? Last time she managed to get some black pork from Tang Xiangdong, which was thrown by Shen Grandma to feed the dogs. The warehouse at home is empty, long since moved by her husband to her in-laws', probably worried she would grab things to take to her family.
